Date: Thu, 21 Jan 2021 10:37:04 +0000
From: Matt <usakid21@protonmail.com>
Subject: Raising a special boy - part 3 (category: gay/incest)

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**** previously, in part 2 ****

Awaking from his reminiscing, realizing that it had been a while since
6th grade Mikey had gone up to his room after telling his dad about his
gym class experience that day, ostensibly to do his homework, Tom decided
to go up and check on him. He was in middle school now, and he had to
start focusing on schoolwork. Walking up the stairs, hearing the telltale
sissy moaning coming from down the hall, he knew that no homework was
being done. He stopped in the doorway of the boys' room and saw his 11
year-old laying on the ground in the fetal position, the kid's newest,
favorite butt plug (with a purple jewel sparkling on the end) lodged deep
inside his pussy, his milky white chubby butt clenching and unclenching
ferociously as he made the plug massage his insides, and the 10 inch
realistic-cock dildo he'd begged to have for his last birthday shoved all
the way down his violently-stretched little throat. His little hands
barely registered, holding such a massive dildo, but remarkably, Mikey
swallowed it over and over again, gagging and choking and covered in his
own spit-up, but moaning with pleasure. Christ, Tom thought, his heavy
hanging cock starting to twitch, the boy's holes were just insatiable....
that kid Charlie had no idea yet truly how much of a faggot his little
Mikey was.

**** part 3 ****

Tom checked his watch. Mikey had to start his homework. "Hey kiddo," he
called down to the happy little jiggling flesh ball, "homework time, ok?"

The kid rolled over and looked at his naked dad standing in the doorway.
He let the huge dildo slide all the way out of his throat and mouth and,
panting for breath, said, "Oh, Daddy, five more minutes? I really, really
want to have my special boy joy. Pleeeeease?"

"Special boy joy" was the name Tom had quickly come up with when, about a
year ago, little Mikey had come running down to the basement where his
dad had been working out, chubby titties bouncing in all directions, his
face flushed and covered in throat slime (clearly his son had been
gagging himself with one of his dildos again), and shouted, "Daddy!
Daddy! Daddy! Something happened! The butterflies inside my pussy and my
belly! They like, exploded!! It felt like there were more and more and
more of them, and then all of a sudden, my pussy got super tight around
my dildo and all the butterflies shot out to every part of my body! I
couldn't move! It felt so amazing!" And the sweaty, panting 10 year-old
turned around, bent all the way forwards, reached back and spread apart
his milky white blubbery butt cheeks and, showing his dad his bright red,
gaping, puffy hole continued, "Do you see something inside me? I was
using the new dildo you let me get, and maybe it did something to my
pussy?"

Keeping his composure, Tom sat up on the edge of his bed and stared at
this unique sight, chucking to himself. He reached out and held each of
his son's smooth fat butt cheeks in his rough hands, helping the kid pull
them apart, and, looking into what had definitely become a "cunt" in
addition to a "pussy", said, "Nope, little guy, nothing inside you, and
your pussy just looks like it's been doing a good job squeezing that
dildo." He lifted his special boy into his lap, and Mikey winced a little
when he was plopped down, his pussy lips still obviously a little tender.
Looking into his sweet, still-flushed face, Tom smiled and said, "That
feeling you had, that feeling of your pussy tightening and then the
butterflies exploding all over your body, that's called your "special boy
joy", ok? It happened because you must have managed to hit your special
spot inside you just the right way for a long enough time with your new
dildo. I'm sure it felt wonderful, and you don't have to worry, it's a
perfectly normal and natural thing to happen -- it's how special boys
like you get pleasure. Regular boys and men, like Kevin and me, have a
similar feeling when we cum from our cocks -- you know very well how good
we always feel when that happens -- but it's not the same as your special
boy joy." Mikey stared up at his dad, open-mouthed, stunned at this
information, and already dreaming of the next time he could feel his
special boy joy.

So there the boy was, down on his bedroom floor looking desperately up at
his dad standing in the doorway, begging for five more minutes. Tom
laughed to himself, thinking about how his other son never needed more
than 30 more seconds to shoot his load, if he'd been asked to finish up.
Yet another way his younger son was a completely different creature in
this house. "Ok, Mikey, that's fine," Tom said.

"Daddy?"

"Yeah?"

"Could you put your cock in my mouth? It always makes me have my special
boy joy a lot faster when you do that."

"Sure buddy, I know it helps you, no problem."

Mikey's eyes lit up, and Tom smiled, walking into the room. His son
jumped up from the ground, ran over to the bottom drawer of his dresser
and grabbed his most reliable dildo from the collection, pulling out the
jeweled butt plug and carefully placing it back in the drawer. Not taking
his eyes off his dad's cock and balls, Mikey laid on his bed, on his side
in the fetal position again, eagerly sliding the dildo easily into his
gaping, wet pussy and moaning happily. Tom sat down on the edge of the
bed and Mikey scooched himself up to put his head in his daddy's lap,
burrowing his kiddy face between those strong hairy legs and feeling his
dad's manly smell starting to cover him. Tom lifted his huge package --
his heavy soft cock and enormous full balls (it had been, he realized, a
few days since he'd had time to jerk off) -- and plopped it down on his
special boy, almost completely covering his face, knowing how much Mikey
loved to be smothered like that. He could feel the little tongue and wet
lips starting to work, and Tom leaned back and laid down, letting his 11
year-old have all the access he wanted to his favorite toy. Feeling his
daddy's cock growing in his hungry mouth, Mikey worked his tingling pussy
even more intensively on his dildo, eyes rolling around in his head as he
got closer and closer to his special boy joy.

Whimpering and purring and squealing as he raped his red, puffy hole with
his dildo, the noises muffled now by his dad's thick cock between his
other lips, Mikey suddenly stopped, yanked the dildo out, grabbed Tom's
hand and brought it down to his pussy and mumbled, "Pfffleeease
aaaady...." Tom saw how exhausted the kid looked -- desperate for that
feeling but too tired to keep fucking himself -- so he silently agreed,
sliding his long middle finger deep inside the warm hole, which closed
excitedly and tightly around it. After the first time he'd given himself
an orgasm, Mikey had begged his dad to show him where his special spot
was inside, so Tom had taught him with his finger. From then on, Mikey
had almost as much reverence for Tom's fingers as he did for his cock,
constantly examining and caressing them.

With a new burst of energy, feeling his daddy's finger all the way inside
him -- a feeling he'd loved for as long as he could remember -- Mikey
moved position a bit so he could get more of Tom's now-fully hard cock
down his throat. It had been about a week after Tom had first seen his
special boy fingering himself, when he was 9, that Mikey had walked in on
his daddy jerking off in bed on a Sunday afternoon. As usual, he climbed
up on the bed and laid his head down on his father's stomach to watch
closely and "get his face painted", as Kevin had started calling it when
his baby brother had his pudgy face covered in cum. After watching his
dad slowly stroking for a while, Mikey sat up and said, "Daddy? Can I try
to make your cock shoot its cum? Or is that something only you can do?"

Tom kept stroking, like always, and replied, "Actually, Mikey, men and
boys, like Kevin and me, only jerk off like this, by ourselves, when
there isn't someone else -- a woman, girl, or special boy -- who we find
attractive and nice and who wants to do it for us. They'll use their
hands, but it feels even better when they use their mouth or their pussy.
Remember last week when I explained that you have a pussy, and Kevin said
that cocks go in pussies?"

Mikey stared, open mouthed, at his father, at a total loss for words. Tom
didn't want to make him feel embarrassed, so he continued, smiling
gently, "So yes, kiddo, if you want to try to make my cock shoot its cum,
I can teach you what to do. Actually, making boys and men cum is probably
the absolute most important thing that special boys like you will ever
need to know."

Tom took his son's tiny, trembling hand and took hold of his hard cock
with it. Holding onto his daddy's cock like this wasn't anything new for
Mikey, of course, but this time was different, with his father holding
his hand on it with him, and starting to move it up and down, in the
familiar motion. Tom explained how he was squeezing sometimes gently,
sometimes more firmly, going sometimes up all the way to the tip and
sometimes just up and down on the shaft, taking his time for the feeling
to last longer. Not surprisingly, Mikey proved to be a natural..... it
was like he was born knowing how to do this, Tom thought. He let his son
continue doing it himself, beginning to relax and enjoy himself, only
occasionally correcting the 9 year-old, whose silky white forearm was
only a little more than half the size of the thick, veiny cock he was
stroking, on small mistakes or giving particular instructions on speed
and grip.

Pleasuring his father like this, little Mikey realized that for the first
time in his short life, he felt so completely natural and comfortable in
his own skin. He'd had flashes of this feeling when he cleaned up after
his dad and brother, doing their laundry, making their beds and stuff --
which is why he loved to do those things so much -- but this was far more
intense. He became so absorbed in this wonderful contentment that he
barely even registered that his daddy's cock had become super hard in his
hand, his body started to tense, and he shot spurt after spurt of warm
cum right into his little shining eyes. He realized that it stung a
little, but he was in such a happy place that he didn't feel the need to
do anything but lay his head back down on his father's sweaty stomach,
feeling it rise and fall. He knew from that moment that nothing would
ever make him happier than knowing he gave a man that kind of pleasure,
to cum like that, and he couldn't contain his desire to learn more.

Sitting up, and looking at his smiling dad through cum-glazed little
eyes, Mikey said, "Daddy..... I want to learn how to use my mouth and my
pussy too. Will you teach me that also?"

Tom breathed deeply, still coming down from his orgasm, and said,
lovingly and patiently, "Of course, Mikey. I'm sure you're going to be
great at that too. How about we start with your mouth, which is easier,
when you come home from school tomorrow, ok? For your pussy, I'd like to
wait until you're a little older -- you should keep putting your fingers
in there, like you were doing the other day, and that will make it easier
for you later."

The next morning, Mikey didn't come down for breakfast, telling his
brother he had a tummy ache. Tom sent Kevin off to school and went
upstairs to have a look at his special boy. He laughed out loud when he
walked in, seeing his naked son sitting on the edge of his bed, bouncing
up and down with excitement, his thimble-sized hard pink nipple just
barely visible between his smooth, white chubby thighs. "Daddy!
Pleeeeeeease don't make me go to school....." he whined, "I want to learn
how to make you cum with my mouth! I was awake all night thinking about
it!"

Tom sighed, realizing there was no winning this battle. And, he had to
admit, this would be a lot more important in the life of a sissy like him
than multiplication tables. "Ok, sweetheart, you win," he sighed, walking
into the boys' room and sitting down on the edge of Mikey's bed,
spreading his legs so his heavy, swinging cock and balls hung down
comfortably. Instantly, the adorable little 9 year-old threw himself on
his knees between his dad's muscular, hairy legs and started sucking on
Tom's cock like a hungry baby on its morning bottle. Tom pushed the boy
backwards, perhaps a little more firmly than he'd meant to, saying, "No,
buddy, no. That's not how you start, ok? You're an enthusiastic little
cocksucker, that's great, but you've gotta always remember, cocksucking
is about the cock you're sucking and the boy or man that's attached to it
-- it's entirely about what HE wants and expects. HIS pleasure, not
yours. HE makes all the rules. Understood?"

"Yes, Daddy, ok," the kid said, still only looking at his father's
enormous soft cock hanging in front of him, now dripping with a mouthful
of his saliva.

"I know I'm not going to have to teach you much about the sucking part --
I'm sure a special boy like you has an inborn instinct for that -- but a
good cocksucker needs to follow directions, and also to sense what the
boy or man he's sucking likes and doesn't like without having to be told
all the time. So unless the cock is already hard and being shoved in your
mouth, I'd suggest that you should start by admiring it and kissing it
and licking it gently, to let the boy or man know how grateful you are to
be doing this, and to let him relax and prepare his instructions for
you."

Mikey put his face back between his daddy's legs and started worshipping
his cock, as instructed, looking up at his father every few seconds for
reassurance. "That's good, Mikey, making eye contact with me -- not only
is that a great way for you to figure out if what you're doing is
pleasing someone, but lots of boys and men like to see their cocksucker
look them in the eyes, so you'll make them happy by doing that. Ok, you
see that with your kissing and licking, you've made me start to get hard,
which was the goal, so now you can put it in your mouth -- but only with
your mouth, not using your hands."

Nervously but with tremendous excitement, the little boy opened his soft
red lips and took the head of his dad's cock into his mouth, beginning to
lick and suck on it like it was the world's most delicious chocolate. Tom
pushed in a little further, until he could see that the boy's mouth
simply didn't have any more room. As expected, Mikey's sissy instinct
kicked in, and he started a good back and forth sucking rhythm, and Tom
was quickly fully hard. Looking down, he saw that Mikey had a good third
of his cock in his mouth -- and he thought that this was sufficient for
the first lesson. The kid looked up at him, and mumbled something that
sounded like "salty", and Tom replied, "You're tasting my precum,
sweetheart. That's great -- it means you're doing a good job making my
cock feel good, ok? Keep doing what you're doing, and keep looking at me
so you can figure out if you need to go faster, slower, stronger, softer,
or whatever."

Mikey's little head bobbed up and down in his father's lap, Tom resting
his huge right hand in the kid's soft, wavy hair, helping to gently guide
the boy's speed. From time to time he tapped him on the head to make sure
he was looking in his eyes and gave short instructions like, "make sure
your lips are always covering your teeth" and "try to keep more of the
spit on my dick, not on your chin." Tom smiled, listening to the telltale
slurping and sucking sounds of a good blowjob mixed with Mikey's
high-pitched little whimpers and moans of happiness, his beautiful round
tits bouncing in rhythm. Tom reached down with his other hand and gave
them a little squeeze, knowing from experience that they were hard-wired
to Mikey's pleasure-center -- and indeed, his sweet boy let out a squeal,
shivering all over as his dad caressed his boobs and pinched his nipples.

The kid had a talent for cocksucking, for sure, and before he knew it,
Tom realized he was getting close. "Ok buddy, I'm not gonna tell you when
I'm gonna cum, because you need to learn to anticipate that from how a
boy or man is moving and how his cock is feeling in your mouth, but when
it happens, I want you to be sure to keep sucking until you sense that
I've totally finished shooting, slowly being more gentle until I pull
out, ok? You should never be the one who stops first -- the boy or man
will tell you to stop or pull out when he's done. And unless he tells you
otherwise, you swallow down every drop of his cum."

Mikey nodded, and with even more enthusiasm now that he knew he was soon
going to get a whole mouthful of his dad's cum, tightened his lips and
cheeks around the throbbing, hard cock, sucking and caressing it with his
tongue, practically begging for the feeling of pleasing his father. Tom
took hold of the kid's head in both hands and pumped it up and down on
his dick, faster and faster, realizing from the gagging he heard that he
was bashing the back of the boy's throat. He unloaded shot after shot
into the little guy, who was staring up at him with big, wide, ecstatic
eyes, never for a second loosening the grip of his lips on his dad's cock
like he'd been instructed, and continuing to suck and swallow dutifully
until Tom's body relaxed and he let his softening dick fall out of his
son's spit and cum-covered mouth.

"Daddy?" the kid asked, quietly, after there had been silence for a
minute and his dad still had his eyes closed.

"Be quiet, kiddo. I'm enjoying my moment, and you shouldn't interrupt."

Mikey was still kneeling on his rug, and he noticed his father's manly
feet, which he saw were as big as his own thighs. Suddenly he felt an
overwhelming urge inside him, and he laid down on the ground so that he
could kiss those wonderful feet. He didn't know for how long he was down
there kissing them, but at some point his father stood up and smiled down
at him, saying, "That was a great first blowjob, Mikey. I knew that a
special boy like you would be naturally very good at that, and that you
would listen to directions well. I think you can be very happy with
yourself, knowing that with more and more practice, you'll become the
kind of cocksucker boys and men tell each other about." Tom still clearly
remembered the look of pure joy the kid had on his face.

Back in 11 year-old Mikey's bedroom, Tom kept flicking and pushing harder
on his little boy's special spot, and he could tell the kid was getting
close -- his breathing quickened, his cocksucking got more intense, and
his chubby body was trembling. With one last burst of pounding from his
dad's finger, Mikey's pussy clenched tight, he let out a long,
high-pitched moan, and he shuddered from head to toe before falling
completely still. A few seconds later, Tom felt little soft kisses on his
cock and heard a whispered, "Thank you, Daddy, thank you, thank you," as
the kissing continued.

"No problem, sweetheart, it's normal that you're desperate for your
special boy joy sometimes. But now you've really got to get your homework
started, because Kevin will be home from football practice in an hour,
and I know you'll want to help him shower and change and relax like
always."

"Ok, Daddy. I'll get all my homework done, I promise!"

Mikey pranced over to his bottom dresser drawer, grabbed the jeweled butt
plug, and slid it easily back into his pussy before sitting down at his
desk and opening his notebook, in complete contentment. Tom smiled at
him, happy to have a kid so happy in his own skin.


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